
I've always loved my name. I like being unique. It has come with it's set of obstacles, though. When I answer the phone at work or when I meet someone new, they never get it correct. Joan? Jan? Jim? I always end up spelling it out and most of the time people compliment me on it. For those of you who don't know, Jem is my actual middle name. Yes, it is on my birth certificate and, no, it's not short for anything. It is my dad's initials. Jon Eyre Marchant. In kindergarten, I remember trying to go by Kimberly, and I don't quite remember if it was my mom or if it was my choice to try and change but it only lasted a couple of weeks. I am just not a Kimberly. I've seen and heard my name wrong numerous times and in many different ways, but, yesterday, when we ordered a pizza, I saw a new one. Just thought I'd share. It made me laugh.